[The question weighs heavy on him. Of course he's considered the possibility (he'd be stupid to not believe it), but doesn't like having to accept it.]
Zero would have to be pried from my arms.
[No matter how physically weak he could be. It's a quiet, though hard reply. He nods, though, and begins walking alongside Zero.]
Can we do more than just cards today? [although, he begins to cough again. That so doesn't help him wanting to go out to do things.]
Like, um. . . get stuff for dinner, at least. I wanna help Zero cook!